Just one more thing Remember the whole world's a circus Don't you be the clown
Перевод: Внутренний мыщелок плечевой кости. Dime.
Перевод: Внутренний мыщелок плечевой кости. Ревность.
Перевод: Внутренний мыщелок плечевой кости. Направление.
baby, We bout make it yes indeed (and we gon get thru it) [Chorus] [Bone Crusher] I work a nine to five shawty and they think it's funny, And how
lot of kids (lot of kids) She say she like my flow but love my ad libs (yeeeeeah) I was saying Yeah before Usher (what) Never Scared like T.I. and Bone
sayin the facts I came back with some sicka stones That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone Every chick I bone
onny Craig, Bizzy Bone I can still feel her From distances and miles away Galaxies and dimensions and cosmic aspirations Are you ready? C’mon. [Verse
and more Motherfuker Flipmode nigga More advanced technology for y'all niggas Check it out y'all Follow instructions Hop skip jump makin' ya flip Dislocate your hip bone
wit it When I was young gettin’ babysitted A nigga blow the spot up make you ask who did it Contact everytime I touch a track Freak out wiggle your funny bone
the first floor, I take you a level higher Your miss o’hara a la sweater smear off your mascara Can’t take the heat, switch to eyeline, yo call sara Rhymes penetrate the flesh and effect the bone
nigga body trembling now Couldn't conquer me so now the devil wanted me dead Stabbing a nigga with the same bone he ripped from his head Yo its funny
your dome on your homeboy I'm a threat see you should of left me alone boy I'm real to the chromosome you a clone boy Chicks get bone I'm know for getting
squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight I eat beans and rice, shit up a storm I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
If I work hard every day For my money If I work my finger down to the bone That ain't funny Now if I see Something I can't buy I put a dollar down Then
knock off yo' shit, you stanky bitch I'll Ruff Ryde your ass then, Cash in for Money Juven' ain't gettin nuttin ha ha hah that shit is funny [Chorus
shit, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang G-UNIT Shit, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance I don't throw
I done ganked I get away from a copper Drop a dime, I’ll break you off somethin proper With the l-e-n-c-h-m-o-b T-bone and that’s j.d. And here’s how
